Stationary Life

Dreams don’t make sense when I’m sleeping in.
Stationary life is crushing me so bad, so deeply and so fast, but these are old
words said so much I forget who they’re about until I see your face.
It’s empty.
In your wet eyes I see no reflection.
Pretty sure I’m sleeping.
Daylight creeps in.
Am I dreaming?
I just want to touch you so bad.
I just want to love you but I cant.
I’ll sleep better when you stop visiting my dreams.
And I watch the clock as it goes.
Time destroyed everything we had.
I’m afraid if I’m honest you’ll run away.
Old words would say that you’re shallow and conceited.
So what’s the point in all of this if it won’t get better?
It’s just a waste of time my fragile state of mind.
And I realize I will never be truly happy because you were never truly there.
Just a body in a room.
A loner blank stares.
You were never truly there.